Baanton inke tukdre
Gir ke choor ho chale jab
Ki koi keh na paaye
Inmein basta tha koi rabbShare out their pieces
When they have fallen to bits
Let no one be able to say
That here lived some gods

Deewarein bhi hamaare
Dar o kooche bhi hain pyaare
Kya kaam aaye yeh gar
Dilon pe kehar hain daareThese walls are also ours
The doors, the passages are also beloved
But what use are these
If they devastate hearts

Aasman ko the chooome
Voh gumbaj, voh minaarein
Voh patthar hain tumse haare
Par neev kahan, bol pyaareThey used to kiss the skies
Those domes, those minarets
They were stone, they lost to you
But what about your foundation, my dear

This was written on the anniversary of the demolition of the Babri Masjid. It could well have been written on the anniversary of the demolition of the Ram Mandir. Both gross, both destructive. Both wiped smiles off the faces of children.